Category Archives: Palm Beach

Florida Drifter – January 1975 – Journal Entry

March 5, 2024 – 7:52 am

1975
Winter
 Past midnight
 A Palm Beach golf course
 The 17th green
 Palm trees silhouettes Against a starry balmy night.
 I fall asleep. On a sheet On the green grass. Before dawn
 Rain drops
 Not rain
 Green sprinklers
 To the west night
 To the east the sun
 Flamingoes surrounded the green
 Pink flamingoes A hot swampy […]

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If Bruce Came to My House

June 13, 2021 – 7:17 am

In April 2008 I lived nowhere. My apartment in the East Village had been taken over by the faceless management company. I lived with my wife and daughter in Pattaya until this April. We had good times and bad times. It was home, then again I considered anyplace home once you buy a roll of […]

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Palm Beach Ne’er-Do-Well

February 19, 2021 – 7:33 am

Many of my female friends laughed upon hearing about my summer job on Palm Beach. “What’s so funny?” “we know what’s going to happen.” Each women was possessed by a singular vision. “You’re going to fleece some heiress.” “Fleece?” Both my wife and mistress had green-lighted any multi-zero gigoloing with turtle-fleshed heiresses on the fabled […]

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Over And Out – Senor Trump

February 15, 2021 – 2:29 pm

Over the previous two months following the 2020 Election Trump, GOP politicians, and right-wing news stations had been very vocal about accusing the Democrats of having manipulated the counting of votes. Scores of lawsuits were filed by Republican lawyers against the results in Arizona, Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Georgia. None of them were accepted […]

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BRING ON THE REVOLUTION by Peter Nolan Smith

June 1, 2020 – 12:31 am

Last week I went out to eat with my nephews and their parents at a Mexican restaurant on Okochobee Boulevard in west Palm Beach. The conversation gravitated to sports; baseball for Trey, golf for Reese, and basketball for their father and me. Their mother was happy to be left in peace. After dinner we stepped […]

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